Falsity

Her face is golden, a pixie's glow,
a wide nose and pale eyes. Her face loosens into
a broad smile every time she sees me. Rather plump at first,
her physique seems to vacillate once she comes
closer. Her round fingers wave to me, loving and excited.
Her room is a miracle--it
shimmers and shines, curved edges.

Time is difficult, but I know it passes. As she grew older,
her expression would turn more tragic. I would swim
towards her, and she'd smile, her mouth
oddly distorted. One day, she picked up my bowl.
It was the first time I left the house, and ventured
into unknown, perilous waters.

She took me to the sea--a curved expanse of blue;
I felt something stir--my bowl shook slightly. She whispered
something incoherent, and tipped me into the churning waters.
And I saw her for the first time, free of the sphere of glass
that encircled me. Her face was different--not because it was
filled with tears. Something else--it no longer looked odd, but
beautiful. Her hair wasn't a shapeless mass of red--
it was in curls of beauty. The freckles on her face
changed their positions--miraculous, but true.

The sky and the sea are endless entities of blue--
no longer limited by arcs, but extending into infinity.
The earth is no longer a globe, but an inexhaustible realm.
The world is not what I thought it was; seven years later,
only the hues remain the same. The rest--vanished as quickly
as she did, abandoning me.
I've been living under the hood of deception, a petty prevarication. My reality
was never what hers was--she was never the plump, flat-nosed
girl I had grown up with. Her fingers are long, slender--they
wave to me right now, for the last time.
She walks away slowly, gracefully; not the clumsy pirouette
I had grown accustomed to.
I look about at my new home, devastated. She's not the girl
I thought she was... the world is nothing I'm familiar with.
I've been around for eight years, but I'm a newcomer,
inexperienced and disoriented, stranded in dangerous, unknown waters.
I don't blame her for leaving me; I blame her for leaving
me with nothing but emotions of betrayal.
My life has been a lie.